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READINGS FBOM TENNYSON. 



A SELECTION. 

FROM "TIIK death OP KING ABTHCB." 

More things are wrought by prayer 

Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice 

Rise like a fountain for me night and day. 

For what are men better than sheep or goats 

That nourish a blind life within the brain, 

If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer 

Both for themselves and those who call them friend? 

For so the whole round earth is every way 

Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. 



SONNET, 

Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, 

And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, 

All night through archways of the bridged pearl. 

And portals of pure silver, walks the moon. 

"Walk on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, 

Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, 

And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, 

Basing thy throne above the world's annoy. 

Reign thou above tlie storms of sorrow and ruth 

That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee; 

So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth; 

So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee ; 

So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, 

An honorable eld shall come upon thee. 



READINGS FROM TENNYSON. 



ODE TO MEMORY. 

1. 

Thou who stealest fire, 

From the fountains of the past, 

To glorify the present; 0, haste, 
Visit my low desire ! 

Strengthen me, enlighten mel 

I faint in this obscurity. 

Thou dewy dawn of memory. 

2. 

Come not as thou camest of late, 
Flinging the gloom of yesternight 
On the white day ; but robed in softened light 

Of orient state. 
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist, 

Even as a maid, whose stately brow 
The dew-impearled winds of dawn have kissed, 

When she, as thou, 
Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight 
Of overflowing blooms, and earliest shoots 
Of orient green, giving safe pledge of fruits, 
"Which in winter-tide shall star 
The black earth with brilliance rare. 



"Whilorae thou camest with the morning mist, 

And with the evening cloud, 
Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast, 
(Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind 

Never grow sere, 
When rooted in the garden of the mind. 
Because they are the earliest of the year.) 
Nor was the night tliy shroud. 
In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest 
Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope. 
The eddying of her garments caught from thee 
The light of thy great presence ; and the cope 
Of the half-attained futurity, 
Though deep not fathomless, 



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Was cloven with the million stars which tremble 
O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy. 
Small thought was there of life's distress; 
For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull 
Those spirit-thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful: 
Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres, 
Listening the lordly music flowing from 
The illimitable years. 

strengthen me, enhghten me 1 

1 faint in this obscurity, 
Thou dewy dawn of memory. 



Come forth I charge thee, arise. 

Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes ! 

Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines 

Unto mine inner eye, 

Divinest Memory! 
Thou wert not nursed by the water-fall 
Which ever sounds and shines 

A pillar of white light upon tlie wall 
Of purple cliffs, aloof descried : 
Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, 
The seven elms, the poplars four 
That stand beside my father's door. 
And chietly from the brook that loves 
To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, 
Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves. 
Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, 

In every elbow and turn, 
The filtered tribute of the rough woodland. 

1 hither lead thy feet ! 
Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat 
Of the thick-fleeced sheep from wattled folds, 

Upon the rigid wolds. 
When the first matin-song hath wakened loud 
Over tlie dark dewy earth forlorn. 
What time the amber morn 
Forth gushes from beneath a low-hung cloud. 



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Large dowries doth tlie raptured eye 

To the young spirit present 
When first she is wed; 

And like a bride of old 
In triumph led, 

With music and sweet showers 
Of festal flowers, 
Unto the dwelling she must sway, 
Well hast thou done, great artist Memory, 

In setting round thy first experiment 

Witli royal frame-work of wrought gold ; 
Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay, 
And foremost in thy various gallery 

Place it, where sweetest sunlight falls 

Upon the storied walls; 
For the discovery 
And newness of thine art so pleased thee, 
That all which thou hast drawn of fairest 

Or boldest since, but lightly weighs 
With thee unto the love thou bearest 
Tlie first-born of thy genius. Artist-like, 
Ever retiring thou dost gaze 
On the prime labor of thine early days : 
No matter what the sketch might be ; 
Whether the high field on the bushless Pike, 
Or even a sand-built ridge 
Of heaped hills that mound the sea, 
Overblown with murmurs harsh. 
Or even a lowly cottage whence we see 
Stretched wide and wild the waste enormous marsh, 
Where from the frequent bridge, 
Like emblems of infinity, 
The trenched waters run from sky to sky ; 
Or a garden bowered close 
With plaited alleys of the trailing rose, 
Long alleys falling down to twilight grots, 
Or opening upon level plots 
Of crowned lilies, standing near 
Purple-spiked lavender: 
Whither in after life retired 



RENDINGS FROM TENNT80N. 



From brawling storms, 

From weary wind, 

With youthful fancy reinspired, 

We may hold converse with all forms 

Of the many-sided mind, 

And those whom passion hath not Winded, 

Subtle-thoughted, myriad- minded. 

My friend, with you to live alone. 

Were how much better than to own 

A crown, a scepter, and a throne 1 

strengthen me, enlighten me I 

1 faint in tliis obscurity. 
Thou dewy dawn of memory. 



ULYSSES. 

It little profits that an idle king. 

By this still hearth, among these barren crags, 

Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole 

Unequal laws unto a savage race, 

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. 

I cannot reat from travel : I will drink 

Life to the lees : all times I have enjoyed 

Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those 

That loved me, and alone ; on shore, and when 

Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyadea 

Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; 

For always roaming wiih a hungry heart 

Much have I seen and known ; cities of men 

And manners, climates, councils, governments, 

Myself not least, but honored of them all ; 

And drunk delight of battle with my peers, 

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. 

I am a part of all that I have met ; 

Yet all experience is an arch where through 

Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades 

Forever and forever when I move. 

How dull it is to pause, to make an end. 

To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! 

As thougli to breathe were life. Life piled on life 

Were all too little, and of one to me 



READINOS FROM TENNYSON. 



Little remains ; but every hour is saved 
From that eternal silence, something more, 
Of aJl the western stars, until I die. 
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : 
It may be we sliall toucli the Happy Isles, 
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. 
Though mueli is taken, much abides ; and though 
A bringer of new things ; and vile it were 
For some three suns to store and hoard myself, 
And this gray spirit yearning in desire 
To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, 
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 

This is my son, mine own Telemachus, 
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle — 
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill 
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild 
A rugged people, and through soft degrees 
Subdue them to the useful and the good. 
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere 
Of common duties, decent not to fail 
In oflBces of tenderness, and pay 
Meet adoration to my household gods, 
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. 

There liee the port : the vessel puflfs her sail ; 
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners. 
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me- 
That ever with a frolic welcome took 
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed 
Free hearts, free forelieads — you and I are old; 
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil : 
Death closes all : but something ere the end. 
Some work of noble note, may yet be done, 
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. 
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: 
The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep 
Moans round willi many voices. Come, my friends, 
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. 
Push off, and sitting well in order smite 
The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds 
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths. 
We are not now that strength which in old days 



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Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; 

One equal temper of heroic hearts, 

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 

To strive, to seek, to tiud, and not to yield. 



THE BUGLE SONG. 

FROM "the PKINOE88." 

The splendor falls on castle walls 

And snowy summits old in story: 
The long light shakes across the lakes • 

And the wild cataract leaps in glory. 
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 

hark, hear I how thin and clear, 

And thinner, clearer, farther going 1 
sweet and far from cliff and scar 
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing 1 
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: 
Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 

love, they die in yon rich sky, 

They faint on hill or field or river : 
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, 
And grow forever and forever. 
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. 
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. 



Break, break, hreak. 

On thy cold gray stones, Sea I 
And I would that ray tongue could utter 

The thoughts that arise in me. 

well for the fisherman's boy. 

That he shouts with his sister at play I 

well for the sailor lad. 

That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 



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And the stately ships go on 
To their haven under the hill ; 

But for the touch of a vanished hand, 
And the sound of a voice that is still 1 



THE BROOK. 

I COME from haunts of coot and hern, 

I make a sudden sally 
And sparkle out among the fern, 

To bicker down a valley. 

By thirty hills I hurry down, 
Or slip between the ridges, 

By twenty thorps, a little towo, 
And half a hundred bridges. 

Till last by Philip's farm I flow 
To join the brimming river. 

For men may come and men may go, 
But I go on forever. 

1 chatter over stony ways, 
In little sharps and trebles, 

I bubble into eddying bays, 
I babble on the pebbles. 

"With many a curve my banks I fret 
By many a field and fallow, 

And many a fairy foreland set 
With willow-weed and mallow. 

I chatter, chatter, as I flow 
To join the brimming river, 

For men may come and men may go, 
But I go on forever. 

T wind about, and in and out. 

With here a blossom sailing, 
And here and there a lusty trout, 
And here and there a grayling. 



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And here and there a foamy flake 

Upon me, as I travel 
With many a silvery waterbreak 

Above the golden gravel. 

And draw thera all along, and flow 
To join the brimming river, 

For men may come and men may go, 
But I go on forever. 

I steal by lawns and grassy plots, 

I slide by hazel covers ; 
I move the sweet forget-me-nots 

That grow for happy lovers. 

I slip, I slide, T gloom, I glance, 
Among my skimming swallows; 

I make the netted sunbeam dance 
Against my sandy shallows. 

I murmur under moon and stars 

In brambly wildernesses ; 
I lirrger by my shining bars ; 

I loiter round my cresses. 

And out again I curve and flow" 
To join the brimming river, 

For men may come and men may go, 
But I go on forever. 



SELECTIONS FROM "IN MEMORIAM. 

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 
Whom we, tliat have not seen thy face, 
By faith, and faith alone, embrace. 

Believing where we cannot prove ; 

Thine are these orbs of light and shade; 

Thou madest life in man and brute ; 

Thou madest Death ; and lo, thy foot 
Is on the skull which thou hast made. 



10 EEADINGS FROM TENFY80N. 

Thou will not leave us in the dust: 
Thou madest man, he knows not why ; 
He thinks he was not made to die ; 

And thou hast made him : thou art just. 

Thou seemest human and divine, 
The highest, holiest manhood, thou : 
Our wills are ours, we know not how ; 

Our wills are ours, to make them thine. 

Our little systems have their day; 

They have their day and cease to be : 
They are but broken lights of thee, 

And thou, O Lord, art more than they. 

"We have but faith : we cannot know ; 

For knowledge is of things we see; 

And yet we trust it comes from thee, 
A beam in darkness : let it grow. 

Let knowledge grow from more to more, 
But more of reverence in us d svell ; 
That mind and soul, according well. 

May make one music as before, 

But vaster. We are fools and slight; 
We mock thee when we do not fear: 
But help thy foolish ones to bear ; 

Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light. 

Forgive what seemed my sin in me ; 

What seemed my worth since I began; 

For merit lives from man to man, 
And not from man, Lord, to thee. 

Forgive my grief for one removed, 
Thy creature, whom I found so fair; 
I trust he lives in thee, and there 

I find him worthier to be loved. 

Forgive these wild and wandering cries, 
Confusions of a wasted youth; 
Forgive them where they fail in truth, 

And in thy wisdom make me wise. 



HEADINGS FROM TENNYSON. 11 



I HELD it truth, with him who sings 
To one clear harp in divers tones, 
That men may rise on stepping-stones 

Of their dead selves to higher things. 

But who shall so forecast the years, 
And find in loss a gain to match ? 
Or reach a hand through time to catch 

The far-off interest of tears. 

Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned, 
Let darkness keep her raven gloss : 
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, 

To dance with death, to beat the ground, 

Than that the victor Hours should scora 
The long result of love, and boast, 
"Behold the man that loved and lost 

But all he was is overworn." 



LXXVIII. 

*' More than my brothers are to me," — 
Let this not vex thee, noble heart ! 
I know thee of what force thou art 

To hold the costliest love in fee. 

But thou and I are one in kind, 
As molded like in nature's mint ; 
And hill and wood and field did print 

The same sweet forms in either mind. 

For us the same cold streamlet curled 
Through all its eddying coves ; the same 
All winds that roam the twilight came 

In whispers of the beaiiteous world. 

At one dear knee we proffered vows. 
One lesson from one book we learned, 
Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turned 

To black and brown on kindred brows. 



12 READINGS FROM TENNYSON. 

And so my wealth resembles tliine, 
But he was rich where I was poor, 
And he supplied my want the more 

As his unlikeness fitted mine. 



Ring out wild bells to the wild sky, 
The flying cloud, the frosty light ; 
The year is dying in the night; 

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. 

Ring out the old, ring in the new, 
Ring, happy bells, across the snow : 
The year is going, let him go ; 

Ring out the false, ring in the true. 

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, 
For those that here we _s)^no more; 
Ring out the feud of rich arid poor, 

Ring in redress to all mankfld. 

Ring out a slowly dying cause. 
And ancient forms of party strife ; 
Ring in the nobler modes of life. 

With sweeter manners, purer laws. 

Ring out the want, the care, the sin, 
The faithless coldness of the times ; 
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, 

But ring the fuller minstrel in. 

Ring out false pride in place and blood, 
The civic slander and the spite ; 
Ring in the love of truth and right, 

Ring in the common love of good. 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; 

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; 

Ring out the thousand wars of old. 
Ring in the thousand years of peace. 



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Ring in the valiant man and free, 
The larger heart, the kindlier hand: 
Ring out the darkness of the land, 

Ring in the Christ that is to be. 



CXIII. 

"Who loves not Knowledge ? Who shall rail 
Against her beauty ? May she mix 
With men and prosper I Who shall fix 

Her pillars? Let her work prevail. 

But on her forehead sits a fire : 
She sets her forward countenance 
And leaps into the future chance, 

Submitting all things to desire. 

Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain, 
She cannot fight the fear of death. 
What is she, cut from love and faith. 

But some wild Pallas from the brain. 

Of Demons ? fiery-hot to burst 
All barriers in her onward race 
For power. Let her know her place ; 

She is the second, not the first. 

A higher hand must make her mild. 
If all be not in vain ; and guide 
Her footsteps, moving side by side 

With wisdom, like the younger child : 

For she is earthly of tlie mind. 
But Wisdom heavenly of the soul. 
friend, who camest to thy goal 

So early, leaving me behind, 

I would the great world grew like thee, 
Who grewest not alone in power 
And knowledge, but by year and hour 

In reverence and in charity. 



14 READINGS FROM TENNT80N. 



CXVII. 



Contemplate all this work of Time, 

The giant laboring in his youth ; 

Nor dream of humtm love and truth, 
As dying Nature's earth and lime ; 

But trust that those we call the dead 
Are breathers of an ampler day, 
Forever nobler ends. They say, 

The solid earth whereon we tread 

In tracts of fluent heat began. 

And grew to seeming-random forms. 
The seeming prey of cychc storms, 

Till at the last arose the man; 

Who throve and branched from clime to clime, 

The herald of a higher race, 

And of himself in higher place 
K so he type this work of time 

Within himself, from more to more; 
Or, crowned with attributes of woe 
Like glories, move his course, and show 

That life is not as idle ore. 

But iron dug from central gloom, 
And heated hot with burning fears. 
And dipped in baths of hissing tears, 

And battered with the shocks of doom 

To shape and use. Arise and fly 
The reeling Faun, the sensual feast ; 
Move upward, working out the beast. 

And let the ape and tiger die. 



FROM THE "ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE 
DUKE OF WELLINGTON." 

Lo, the leader in these glorious wars 
Now to glorious burial slowly borne. 
Followed by the brave of other lands, 
He, on whom from both her open hands 



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Lavish Honor showered all her stars, 

And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn. 

Yea. let all good things await 

Him who cares not to be great, 

But as he saves or serves the state. 

Not once or twice in our rough island-story, 

The path of duty was the way to glory : 

He that walks it, only thirsting 

For the right, and learns to deaden 

Love of self, before his journey closes, 

He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting 

Into glossy purples, which outredden 

All voluptuous garden-roses. 

Not once or twice in our fair island-story, 

The path of duty was the way to glory : 

He, that ever following her commands, 

On with toil of heart and knees and hands, 

Through the long gorge to the far light has won 

His path upward, and prevailed. 

Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled 

Are close upon the shining table-lands 

To which our God himself is moon and sun. 

Such was he : his work is done. 

But while the races of mankind endure, 

Let his great example stand 

Colossal, seen of every land. 

And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure; 

Till in all lands and through all human story 

The path of duty be the way to glory : 

And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame 

For many and many an age proclaim 

At civic revel and pomp and game, 

And when the long-illumined cities flame, 

Their ever-loyal iron leader's fame. 

With honor, honor, honor, honor to him, 

Eternal honor to his name. 



16 READINOS FROM TENNYSON. 

NOTE AND COMMENT. 

"All artists, as well as authors in prose and verse, labor in their days 
under the disadvantage involved in the fact that people have been singing, 
carving, painting now for some three thousand years, and that all themes 
and all words are getting used up. The vast deluges of literature of tlie 
hour — newspapers, magazines, novels, books of travel — which flood all high- 
ways, take the edge and brilliancy and freshness and power from word and 
image. Such is the condition under which literary artists of these times 
must work. Some men are driven by it to wild extravagance, like Walt 
Whitman ; but the more general effect is that which has been produced in 
the case of Tennyson, namely, to enforce an intensity of elaboration un- 
known in former times. The great poetic schools of England have always 
favored high finish, but no poet since Spenser, with the doubtful exception 
of Keats, has finished so carefully as Tennyson. 

H: DC * * * * * 

" Who will say that it is the landscape that makes the poet, and not the 
poet that sees tints of loveliness in, draws tones of melody from, the drear- 
iest landscape, after Tennyson has found so much beauty in one of those 
drowsy brooks that ' purl ' through cresses and over sand a few feet below 
the level of the meadow? It is the love that lends the charm — the affec- 
tion of a good heart for all that was associated with the peace and kind- 
ness of a happy home. There is, besides, as the poet himself informs us, 
a charm for the young describer in those subjects on which his capacity as 
a word-artist were first exercised. Ruskin says that Turner's drawing of 
hills, even when he had to represent the stupendous masses of the Alps, 
was to the last influenced by the forms of hill which he had learned to draw 
m Yorkshire in his youth ; and Tennyson, addressing the ' great artist mem- 
ory,' adds in narrow compass, but with marvelous opulence, vividness, and 
precision of detail, a variety of aspects of Lincolnshire County, from the 
windy dunes that barricade the sea, to the garden which had been coaxed 
into beauty by tender culture, when the wind of the wold swoons and dies 

amid scents of rose and lavender. 

* * * * * * * 

"Like Carlyle in prose, Tennyson in poetry represents a triumphant reac- 
tion against the spirit and influence of Byron. 

♦ •*'* * * ** 
"I should say that, among the pillars of a reconstituted society which Ten- 
nyson has labored to set up, the most conspicuous have been responsibility 
to God and reverent trust in the Supreme ; faithfulness and constancy in the 
marriage relationship; mutual affection and mutual fitness, in contradis- 
tinction to worldly advantage, as the terms and motives of the marriage 
tie ; love of mankind, love of country, enthusiasm for knowledge, faith in 
freedom, and hope of immortality."— Peter Bayne. 



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